Willy-nilly

Into this Universe, and Why not knowing  Nor Whence, like Water willy-nilly flowing;  And out of it, as Wind along the Waste,  I know not Whither, willy-nilly blowing. Stanza XXXII of “Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam” by Edward Fitzgerald (1809–1883)

A Cynic Looks at Psalm 23

"The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want.
He leads me beside still waters.
He restores my soul. He leads me in paths of righteousness for his name's sake.
Even though
I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me.
You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies; you anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life, and I shall dwell in the house of the LORD forever."

If The Good Shepherd is gone, we are alone in a world of evil.

(Miller, Paul. A Praying Life.)

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